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MEMORIAL SERMON, 


PREACHED ON THE 


NATIONAL FUNERAL DAY 



WEDNESDAY NOON, APRIL 19, 1865, 


AT UNION CHAPEL, CINCINNATI. 


By ALEXANDER CLARK, Pastor. 


CINCINNATI: 

MASONIC REVIEW OFFICE, 178 VINE STREET. 









TO THE EEAHEE. 


The following discourse was delivered to an audience which crowded 
Union Chapel to its utmost capacity, filling aisles, galleries and vestibule, at 
the hour of noon, on Wednesday. And thus were churches throughout the 
city and country filled to overflowing, an ever memorable testimony to the 
profound and universal sorrow of the people. 

In front of the pulpit, on a pedestal festooned in black, was a snow-white 
bust of Abraham Lincoln; and by its side a full length statue, personify¬ 
ing Faith, embracing with her left arm the cross, and suspending with her 
right hand a wreath of immortelles above the President’s brow. The plat¬ 
form was draped in mourning, the sable folds radiating from the desk to 
the altar railing around the statue. The solemnity of the scene, intensified 
by the plaintive tones of the organ, moved many in the congregation to tears. 

The accompanying portrait is engraved from a photograph taken one 
year before Mr. Lincoln’s death, and was kindly furnished for this use by 
Messrs. Moore, Wilstach & Baldwin, Cincinnati, publishers of a very inter¬ 
esting Biography of our lamented President. The engraving is copyrighted. 




















A SERMON. 


“And Samuel died; and all the Israelites were gathered together, and 
lamented him, and buried him in his house at Hamah.” 1 Sam. xxv. 1. 

I have some where read a fable of a tree, which, as 
it fell groaning to the earth, discovered that out of its 
own timber the woodman had hafted the ax which 
entered its heart, and felled it to the ground; and 
another of an “ eagle, that, pierced by an arrow as it 
soared in the skies, discerned, while it lay dying on 
the earth, that its own wing had furnished a feather 
to the shaft that drank up its blood.” 

The great man whom the nation mourns to-day, so 
honest, so pure, so unsuspecting,—^by his very magnan¬ 
imity, by permitting all around him to enjoy the broad 
liberties he shared himself, by the lofty nobility of 
walking and talking among men as one of a common 
brotherhood—unconsciously exposed his life to the red 
hand of an assassin, little dreaming that such a fiend¬ 
ish agency should ever press its stealthy foot on the 
soil of our Republic. By his love for the lives and 
liberties of others, he lost his own. In his day of 
crucifixion, his heart’s language to bitterest enemies 
was, “Father, forgive them: they know not what they 
do.” As of old, when treason, plotted into conspiracy, 
thrust a spear into the side of the defenseless, but 
merciful and delivering Christ; so again, in the crisis 









4 

of political rebellion, have traitors slain their only hojoe! 

A free people’s leader has fallen; our country’s 
chosen ruler lies bullet-pierced and cold in his coffin. 
One short week ago, happy and hopeful, standing in 
smiles among his people, giving us cheer, leading us 
on and up to the Pisgah summit of promise; to-day, 
sightless, pulseless, and silent, shrouded in his inau¬ 
gural suit of black, and a weeping nation bending 
over his bier! Never did mortal man, going to his 
long home, have such a multitude of mourners in his 
funeral train. 

A year ago I was honored, in com23any with my 
friend. Rev. E. A. Brindley, by obtaining a half hour’s 
interview with the President in his private apartment. 
He spoke of his visit to the battle-ground of Gettys¬ 
burg, and his feelings during the dedication ceremonies 
of the soldiers’ cemetery there. Said he, ‘‘The prayer 
offered on that occasion by the Rev. Dr. Stockton, 
was the most impressive utterance I ever heard. My 
own soul was stirred that sad day at sight of the 
graves where so many brave boys slept. Our country 
is, since then, dearer to me than ever. It is worth all 
the blood it costs. But I can scarcely think of Get¬ 
tysburg without tears. The pale preacher himself 
seemed like one ready for the grave.” 

Such words show the tender heart of our beloved 
Lincoln. How strange the disclosures of time! A 
year and a half has passed since that memorable 19th 
of November, and both Mr. Lincoln and Mr. Everett, 
the two distinguished orators of the day, are numbered 




5 

with the dead, while the frail form of the man of God 
who led the deep devotion there, still lives to plead in 
prayer the cause of liberty. 

In the month of February, 1861, when the Presi¬ 
dent elect left his quiet home in Springfield, Illinois, 
to assume the duties of his high office, it was by ask¬ 
ing the prayers of his intimate Christian neighbors. 
When Willie died, his darling child, all the father of 
the President’s heart was touched and tendered. 
When he witnessed the sad scene of consecrating the 
grave-ground at Gettysburg, his whole nature was 
subdued and softened into love to Jesus; and from 
that day he dated a newer and stronger faith. Every 
successive proclamation by his hand, and utterance 
of his tongue, show more and more the spirit of Christ. 
He was a Bible reader, and a man of prayer. A 
Presbyterian clergyman of Philadelphia, a personal 
friend of Mr. Lincoln, who tarried over night at 
the White House, a few months since, overheard 
the voice of the President in secret prayer as early 
as five o’clock in the morning, and was assured by 
a domestic in the family, that such was his daily 
practice. 

Like Samuel of old, he was called out from among 
the people, and qualified for his office by the spirit of 
the Lord. He was greater than a ruler. He was 
nobler than a king. Like the prophet Samuel, Abra¬ 
ham Lincoln held a commission from heaven. He 
was appointed to proclaim, and establish throughout 
this American RejDublic the principles of our first He- 




6 


claration, that all men are created free and equal, 
and are endowed with the inalienable rights of life, 
liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.’^ 

Samuel had been eminently successful in advancing 
all the interests of the nation of Israel, but it is evi¬ 
dent that the peojde did not duly estimate his worth, 
until he Avas taken away from them by death. Then, 
when their leader was removed, they sincerely la¬ 
mented him, and saw, at once, of what a blessing they 
had been de^Drived. All Israel were gathered together 
to Aveej) over him, and to bury him in his house, or 
prej)ared tomb at Ramah, his quiet home. 

In the Providence of God, the chief among all able, 
faithful, and honest advocates of Truth has fallen. 
And, like Israel over silent Samuel, our nation is as¬ 
sembled at this hour to lament and bury him. In the 
grave by his peaceful prairie home in Springfield the 
remains of our greatest President, our martyred 
Magistrate, shall now be deposited to rest until the 
resurrection trumpet-call! 

“Champion of Freedom! man of God! 

Servant of Christ, well done! 

Thy path of thorns hath now been trod, 

Thy red-cross crown is won! 

“Champion of Freedom! on thy breast 
From whence thy fervor flowed, 

Thou hast obtained eternal rest, 

The bosom of thy God! 

Just after the battle of the Wilderness, in a hospital 
at Fredericksburg, there lay, upon a stretcher, a 
wounded soldier. He was a strong, noble-looking man, 










7 


but he was shot through the head. His eyes were 
closed; he knew no one; could answer no voice, and 
yet he still breathed. ISTone who saw him can ever 
forget the expression of his pale countenance, or how 
that massive chest heaved up and down. Kind visi¬ 
tors waited at his side and watched for hours, thinking 
every hour would be his last. All night he lay there, 
motionless, save the heaving bosom. A great loyal 
heart was breathing there! In the morning he was 
no better,—^but he began to move his feet. He seemed 
to be marching, and he marched till he died—^tramp, 
tramp, tramp,—dead and cold, but marching on! 

So to-day our brave, departed President, though 
dead, still keeps marching on! He lives in the hearts 
of the loyal millions. The spirit that ruled his life, 
and led him triumphantly forward through wintry 
darkness to April exultations, is now spread abroad 
throughout the land. 

Our Republic has an immortal heart that can not 
die ; an omnipotent arm that can not be conquered! 
Our powers, established by fathers’ blood, perpetuated 
by our brothers’ in many a red battle, and now sealed 
in blessed continuance to our posterity for ever by the 
life-blood signature of our President himself, are pow¬ 
ers ordained of God! 

Had Emperor Napoleon or Queen Victoria been 
assassinated, bloody revolution would have rolled as a 
flood upon those dominions in a day, and, doubtless, all 
the nations of Europe been overwhelmed in a resist¬ 
less tide of war. But here we bear the stroke, and 







stand up stronger as a nation in our united grief of 
heart! Our Government is not subject to men; but 
men are subject to our Government. The man of 
highest place and greatest honor may be stricken 
down, but the laws of our national being are founded 
in eternal truth, and are immutable and invincible. 
Monarchies have attacked us, and been beaten back. 
Conspiracies have aimed at our destruction, and been 
detected and held to open shame. Rebellion, mam¬ 
moth and million-armed, has uprisen against us, and, 
though wounding us sore, has been broken, dismayed, 
and made to bite the very dust! 

Underlying this last great struggle was a power, 
than which it is impossible for one to be more inveter- 
ately at war with republican institutions. That power 
nursed, and petted, and spoiled, and fevered under 
sunny skies, sought the enslavement of the whole 
people; it carried gags and manacles to our ISTational 
CongTess Halls; it built bars before our Christian 
pulpits; it gauged the evangelism of our religious 
tract societies; it dictated the utterances of voice and 
press throughout the land; it never affiliated with 
our Republic, with its high, free, starry constellation 
of States, but was selfishly Southern from its birth, 
and reserved all its sympathies for itself. The north- 
land of the nation was desj^ised, because untrodden 
by slaves. N’ow, a nationality with such a growth of 
prejudice must necessarily, in due time, be shadowed 
to the heart. 

For four years God has been tearing out that poison 








9 


by the roots. It was deep-planted and wide-spread; 
it has made and unmade administrations; it has crim¬ 
soned our soil with blood, and drained the nation in 
mourning; its motto has ever been, “rule or ruin;” 
it has scattered firebrands by midnight in our chief 
cities ; it has massacred soldiers in blue; it has starved 
its captive prisoners; it has held over white men as 
well as black, the bludgeon and the knife, and in its 
desperate death panic has madly murdered our good 
and loving President. 

In the long northern winter, snows fall upon our 
mountains, covering from sight the withered foliage of 
the summer. Ice floors itself from bank to bank, 
across our rivers, and all nature is dreary, dumb, and 
chill. But spring comes at length; the ice and snow 
melt beneath the sun, and what was a cold burden, 
frozen, and fastened, and piled over the ground, softens 
and flows away, in refreshing floods, to the far away re¬ 
gions of the South, there to make the cotton bloom 
white as our mountain snow, and the sugar-cane fill 
with sweet moisture pure as our meadow dews. 

So,-for a long winter of war, our JNTorth j)eople’s 
hearts have been snowed under, our streams of sym¬ 
pathy over-frozen, and all our summer prosperities 
withered and concealed by the cold, snowy burden. 
But at last the April-time of peace smiled in heavenly 
sunlight upon us. We all rejoiced. And what had 
so long rested upon us, as the solid ice of resentment 
and vengeance toward our enemies, began to melt, 
and flow southward from the whole breadth of our 






10 


humanity, filling every channel with a rapidly swell¬ 
ing current of pardon and good will to all our van¬ 
quished enemies. And while our soul snows were 
melting, our cold hearts warming, the spring birds sing¬ 
ing, the peace flowers bursting into bloom, we exulted 
at the thought that our animosity, all melted away, 
should fl-ow to the southern heart in streams of for¬ 
giveness ! We gloried in the gladness, that what had 
been so long a cold weight upon us, should be turned 
into joy in melting, and joy in flowing, and joy in 
reaching the weary! 

But midway in its sweep, that mercy-tide is refrozen, 
as if a December blast from Labrador had fettered it 
in an icy chain of frost. 

The black Saturday threw a pall upon our spirits 
through which the sun has ceased to penetrate. The 
shock is like that which rent the rocks of Calvary; 
and the darkness like that which blinded the sun 
when Christ was slain; for inasmuch as wrong is 
done even to the least of His little ones, it is done to 
Him. 

There is a great Cause—the cause of Christ—the 
cause of Liberty, at strife with the Prince of Dark 
ness. The temporal and eternal interests of the 
Lord’s poor are more precious than the lives of the 
devil’s rich. The great masses in the South will not 
be free and safe, and the cause of humanity vindica¬ 
ted, until the chief leaders of the rebellion are pun¬ 
ished for their unpardonable crimes. “Vengeance 
is mine, I will eepay, saith the Lord.” 











11 


The bondaged children of ouR Israel, the great 
masses in all the southern States, shall be led dry- 
shod through THIS Red Sea, though Pharaoh and his 
tyrant hosts be swallowed in the swirling waves! If 
the Almighty justly choked ojipressors once, he may 
justly punish conspirators, traitors, and assassins 
again. Let us, poor tremblers, be still, for God 
moves in our midst. He needs not our aid in the 
administration of his judgments. 

If ever a man in high position was free from pride, 
it was Abraham Lincoln. If there ever was a man 
appointed to rule, whose whole being beamed and 
brimmed with loving-kindness, it was Abraham Lin¬ 
coln. If ever a magistrate had pity, sorrow, and 
j)atience in his soul, it was Abraham Lincoln. If 
ever a woman’s heart beat in a President’s breast, it 
was in the breast of Abraham Lincoln. The very 
man in whom centered the national authority, was 
the most merciful man the nation held. It could not 
have been the individual man alone, but the Govern¬ 
ment he represented, and the princij^les, as its head, 
he maintained, that aroused the murderous passion in 
the assassin’s heart. Could the Confederacy, by one 
fiendish agent, at a single blow, have laid low in death 
every loyal man, as it did this unsusj)ecting victim, 
its vile satisfaction would only have been the more 
complete. 

The slain President was a representative man. So 
was the stealthy murderer. The one represented our 
cause,—true, honest, unsuspecting, merciful. The 









12 


other represented the cause of secession,—deceptive, 
artful, cowardly, cruel. And, for all time, these two 
individuals will stand as the personal embodiments of 
the opposing elements of this war. 

Such an enemy must not only be conquered, but 
completely subdued. The leaders of such a cause— 
men educated and honored by the common country— 
men well acquainted with the genius of our Govern¬ 
ment—men turning traitorous as Arnold or Burr, and 
so talented and circumstanced as to be a thousand 
times more dangerous, are unfit to breathe the air! 
Their banished life^ even to the remotest island of the 
sea^ would so degTade the heathen hearts around them, 
as to bring everlasting disgrace iqoon the land that 
gave them birth. 

Shall we count as naught our nation’s treasure, our 
brothers’ blood, and our President’s life? Are we will¬ 
ing that a single seed of secession shall be left to grow, 
and blight, and curse us again by its rankling poison? 
Shall we receive to our embrace unrepenting traitors, 
permit them to re-assemble in our national counsels, 
and again incite a strife which shall crush our chil¬ 
dren’s hearts, and re-redden the land of Washington 
and Lincoln with a current of young crimson more 
precious than our own? These questions are pressed 
upon us by the solemnities of the hour. In God’s 
name let us take courage to answer them as men and 
Christians. Let us answer them as though we were 
called to stand as brothers abreast, and with heart¬ 
beat and quick step, to march into the conspiracies 







13 


of Satan in the strength of Jesus our great Leader! 
True loyalty builds no new platforms, and fixes itself 
to no political parties. Party or no party, recognized 
or ignored, its spirit is to save and strengthen the 
Republic, to root out and annihilate the last vestige of 
treason. 

The appalling drama passing before our eyes, must 
bring every true man to the altar of prayer. And 
when men pray, they dare not mingle one solitary 
thought of compromise with wrong with their peti¬ 
tions. AVe may talk to our fellow-men, and advise the 
continuance of an acknowledged evil, for peace’ sake ; 
but we had better never talk with God so I We must 
approach him with pure motives only, and humbly. Let 
all who cherish the life of this Republic more than the 
lives of its vanquished destroyers, be sure that no 
prejudice remains in their hearts. And may the Lord 
lead us on in duty, and help us in these times of trial 
and trouble! May we be patient to await the legiti¬ 
mate correctives and penalties of law! We can alford 
to wait. Let every man be firm as a rock for the truth, 
trusting in Gou. 

And now the mourning thousands gathered together 
lamenting our national loss, are separating and re¬ 
turning to their homes. We all have learned to love 
our country more, and more to love order, liberty, 
law, God, and each other. The hour of peace shall 
not delay. Our President is crowned to-day with 
immortality. He communes with Washington. How 
clear their vision now, down-looking from their shin- 







14 


ing seats! The two great souls have met in heaven. 
They went up through tribulation; but their robes 
are washed, and glory to the Lamb! They met their 
country’s foes in battle array, saw them vanquished, 
then faced the last enemy, and again have conquered 
through Him who loved them. Here in this vale of 
tears they struggled, and sorrowed, and wept, more 
for others than themselves; but now the days of their 
mourning are ended, their tears are turned into joy— 

into FULLNESS of joy and pleasures for ever more. 

* * * 

Yet how difficult to realize the fact that Abraham 
Lincoln is dead!—that his ear is deaf to human ap¬ 
plause and battle alarm,—that his eye is sealed to 
streaming banners and mangled men,—that his 
hand shall greet a foreign prince or weary freedman 
never any more! He molders like the beggar, in his 
shroud. That delivering arm is palsied; that honest 
heart is still; that cheering voice, which moved armies, 
and agitated the continent, and gladdened the war- 
weary soldier, is for ever silent. 

When we remember the sacrifice of such an offer¬ 
ing upon our country’s altar—^how, by a studied .and 
malicious plot, dark as the blackness of midnight in 
hell, the agent of secession smote our President—we 
can not entertain a thought of re-fellowship with the 
instigators or apologists of the crime. And 

“ Wlioso shrinks or falters now, 

Whoso to the yoke would how, 

Brand the craven on his brow. 






15 


Freedom’s soil has only place 
For a free and fearless race, 

None for traitors false and base.” 

I remember how forcefully the nation’s heart was 
impressed on the 4th of March, by the sublime lan¬ 
guage of the President’s inaugural. To-day those 
words are an inspiration. In the solemn hour of his 
second oath he said: “The Almighty has his own pur¬ 
poses. Woe unto the world, because of its offenses, 
for it must needs be that offenses come; but woe unto 
the man by whom the offense cometh. If we shall 
suppose that American slavery is one of these offenses 
which, in the providence of God, must needs come, 
but which, having continued through His appointed 
time. He now wills to remove, and that He gives to 
both IN'orth and South this terrible war as the woe due 
to those by whom the offense comes, shall we discern 
that there is any departure from those Divine attri¬ 
butes which the believers in a living God always as¬ 
cribe to Him ? Fondly do we hope, fervently do we 
pray, that this mighty scourge of war may speedily 
pass away; yet, if God wills that it continue until all 
the wealth piled by the bondmen’s two hundred and 
fifty years of unrequited toil shall be sunk, and until 
every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid 
by another drawn with the sword, as was said three 
thousand years ago, so still it must be said, that the 
judgments of the Lord are true and righteous; al¬ 
though, with malice toward none, with charity for all, 
with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the 







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right, LET us STRIVE TO FINISH THE WORK. We are 
to bind up the nation’s wounds, and care for him who 
shall have borne the battle, and for his widow and for 
his orphans, to do all which may achieve and cherish 
a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all 
nations.” 

To these noble sentiments all the people bow, in 
tears, to-day, saying, amen. Another widow and other 
orphans, the best beloved of him who uttered these 
tender sympathies, are added to the innumerable 
throng of disconsolate mourners. May all the broken¬ 
hearted be blest and guided by the Lord! May our 
sorrowing country be comforted by an outpouring of 
the Holy Spirit, and may our new President be sup¬ 
ported by the Omnipotent in these terrible trial- 
hours, and so live and rule in righteousness, as to win 
his way to the hearts of the people! 

And now the loving lesson of our Father, in this 
chastisement, is clearly seen, and loudly spoken. He 
demands that we shall transmit, undimmed of one 
single glory, our hallowed institutions to an hundred 
generations yet to come; that the dear old flag of our 
fathers shall be the banner waving over the liberties 
of our children for ever. And any confederated or 
foreign power that aims to sunder a Union restored by 
our President’s faith, and sealed by his blood, might 
as wisely aim to sever the mighty bond that unites 
the solar system, and blow with its foul breath, those 
glorious stars away, that march and sing in God’s gveat 
law of gravitation, round the beaming blaze of the sun! 






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